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 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Would you even miss me?
You are the heart,
that beats inside of me.
If you give up tonight,
you give up on me.
I can't let you go.
Your perfect flaws.
Your cheesy smile.
Your weird ways and sassy remarks.
You are not alone
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Paint the canvas black and call it good.
Slowly kiss me goodbye.
When the sun shines, I will be gone.
No more midnight calls, endless playtime.
I will soon be dust, just like the rest of the broken hearts..
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Purple
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Purple was my favorite colour as a little girl.
It was probably every little girls SECOND colour.
I always thought pink was too girly
and too happy.
I liked purple because it was bolder,
manlier.
But ever since Justin Bieber's favorite colour is now purple...
Purple will never be my favorite colour again.
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Outside
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
I'll never be able to fit in the outside world.
It's not something I want to be part of.
I'd rather stay inside,
listen to music and write.
My broken heart hates to see the light of day.
It's dark inside..
No one to make conversation with.
No cars to drive next to.
I can't forget my way home if I'm already there...
The sun can't shine through and
burn my eyes.
There's no reason for me to get up.
No reason to get up and say 'let's go out'
If I go outside,
I will see the world that I once knew.
The world that now is a crazy house.
That's crumbling
and destroying itself piece by piece.
I can't go outside.
It will just tear me apart even more.
Margaritas and wet feet,
honey toned pleas
giving me reasons to stay
and not leave
but you leave me speechless,
and I put on those sunglasses
so you wouldn't see my
pain/love.
It runs deep.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
The Way
 May 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Come closer.
Your green and hazel eyes bright in the suns reflection.
Hold my hand and kiss it gently.
Tell me that you've had enough.
Of our love..
I love the way your smile bursts into starlight
The way your laugh makes the lights on the door light up!
The way my fingers feel when they run through your blonde soft hair.
I love the way you hug me tight,
you don't care when I don't let go.
The way your body fits perfectly with mine
I can't say I love you.
But you can say you adore me.
The way your lips trace the outline of mine.
Your hands gripping my body as if your were molding a clay body of me.
Your large hands wrap around my small ones.
I love you.
You Adore me.
most of my generation
will probably be dead
within seventy years
which is a sober thought
which some would find depressing
but I've always found it comforting
the time we have here is in the end
not very long and not very meaningful
again,
people tend to think of this
as a dark way to look at the world
and I can never get them to understand
the true beauty of the fact
because what it means is
regardless of what we do in life
we have the freedom
to live it on our own terms
no expectations
no responsibilities
no nothing,
except for what we choose
because nothing feels as good
as a life lived
on your own terms
and not anybody elses
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